Best Anticipates Poems
As the sun arose in the eastern skies
a fairy princess sits rubbing her eyes.
Yawning she glimpses her magical isle
and her tiny lips, curl into a smile.
Standing she stretches in her treetop bed,
anxious anticipates what lies ahead.
She flutters her wings to get them ready,
raising one knee, she jumps slow and steady.
Hovering like, a hummingbird she glides
then races off with both arms at her sides.
With lots to see her day has just begun,
she never stops until the setting sun.
Racing through the forest over fields of wheat
smelling the flowers, is her daily treat.
Talks to the butterflies this sunny morn,
tests the fresh honey and tastes some sweet corn.
Spotting a pond sparkling like a mirror
zooms back and forth each time getting nearer,
watching her reflection, no time to think
crashed in a deer who had just stopped to drink.
Later discovers she’s broken her wings,
Lies in bed knowing what carelessness brings.
Six months of bed rest was taking their toll,
this fairy princess was losing her soul.
Finally the day came to test her wings
her will is determined her heart now sings,
shouts out with joy as she reaches the sky,
nothing feels greater, than when you can fly.
Iambic Pentameter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.14.2015
Contest: Sketch a Fictitious Character II
In his bed she lies in wait.
For when he returns he will surely sate.
The time in the shower was just a tease.
No time to savor.....no time to please.
In his bed she envisions how he looked lathered in soap.
The smile he gave her when she went for a grope.
His mouth seeking hers for and amazing kiss.
The mounting pleasure..... turning quickly to bliss.
In his bed she tingles from head to toe.
From wanting him so bad, but he had to go.
An hour of yearning will seem like forever.
A blush reddens her cheeks as she imagines them together.
In his bed her fingers start to roam.
Finding her pleasure points, she lets out a groan.
For it's his lips and hands that she craves with desire.
Just the thought of his touch makes her perspire.
In his bed she anticipates his welcoming return.
Full of alluring charm that will certainly make her insides churn.
The smell and taste of him will awaken each and every sense.
Driving her to the brink of desire, each time getting more intense.
In his bed she hears him call out her name.
"Oh Darling........I'm going to drive you insane!"
The quivering begins for she knows he is right.
There will be no sleep 'in his bed' on this particular night.
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Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates the day's demise.
And as scattered clouds of grey gather;
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.
As twilight colors a stained-glass sky,
a scarlet sun reluctantly sinks.
And dusk dilutes the essence of light,
scribbling silhouettes in blackened inks.
Vermilion tints the far horizon,
as flashing fireflies light up the night.
And nature inks magical moments;
choreographing their dance with light.
Darkness descends like a shroud of smoke,
snuffing out the last lingering light.
And in the fabric of time and space;
stars confetti an ebony night.
A golden moon shines down from above;
gilding ripples in a wishing well.
And silence mutes the beat of two hearts
held captive, in love's hypnotic spell.
The Return of the Dragon Lord
Heart twisting in winter wind,
tripping through a water-colored dreamscape,
as if bewitched, she listlessly paces
outside his dismal, dark cave.
Peering at the distant gray hilly horizon,
she anticipates her Dragon Lord’s return.
With his golden reptilian eyes flashing,
and his mighty wings stretching across the sky,
she knows he's making his way back home to her.
Chilled to the bone, without her beloved
to cloak her in his masterful embrace,
she yearns to feel the magical warmth
of his breath lingering on her lips,
permeating her body, awakening her senses.
Consumed by an intense inner hunger,
she has totally lost her mind;
and must be completely his once more,
to quench these tormenting flames of desire
that threaten to combust from deep within
her heart, body, and soul.
A prisoner of his magnetic charms,
she's captivated by his familiar musky scent,
forever a slave to his alien mystique.
Oh, to be one with him again, to let his blood
run through her veins, transforming her.
Heart over-flowing with love, she'll wander along
these cold shores waiting for that joyous day…
when her Dragon Lord returns.
10-22-2015
Contest: Dragons
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 4th
Composed, he walks towards the podium.
At first to applause, until a hush forms.
His heart beats like a water pump,
sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble.
Audience anticipates,
as he stands at the nexus of musical creations.
With a brief glance - nods and closes his eyes,
baton in hand and a flick of wrist,
an oboe penetrates the silence,
violins trill and bass begin to roar.
His empathy connects with each note,
as his wand moves to the tempo,
conjuring symphonic magic,
softly then dramatically,
as emotions ebb and flow,
like waves weaving solo tones.
Spectators lost in imagination.
Gradually the melody flows faster,
as trumpets and trombones blow.
He feels a sharp pain in his chest,
as his pores drip like little rivers on his lips,
but he still guides the harmonic mood
with precision and clarity.
As the horns blare and percussions echo,
he loses grip of his baton - falls onto his knees,
clutching his breast - the music stops,
pianist plays her last key - audience gasp
he falls to the ground - curtains close.
"Christmas Reflections"
One starry night while the Moon was bright a tiny Baby came
and Angels sang and Glorias rang for Jesus was His Name,
December cold story foretold a special Child was born
soon all the Earth would know its worth upon this Christmas morn.
White snow was falling Wise Men were calling to visit the newborn King,
followed a Star in the distance far three gifts of love to bring.
green trees were laced by icicles draped to the stable where He lay
animals bowed in voices loud to welcome salvation's way.
As carols chimed and midnight timed the family gathered near
calm candlelight did hearts ignite feeling intense good cheer,
a magic scene, sweet and serene, has lived throughout the ages
for essence of real Christmas love is written in God's Pages.
A holiday when all can pray and come together in love
in atmosphere of decorative cheer and blessings from above,
reflections shine at Christmastime embracing souls and hearts
as merry-making and tender aching for God's love and brand new starts.
Red candy canes grace window panes but treasures lie inside
tinsel on trees and golden leaves the Light inside abides,
this joyous Season sparks the Reason Earth now celebrates
lives soon lift for the greatest gift all Earth anticipates.
*For Nathan's Christmas Contest .
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING
Across the heath neath cerulean sky
All still, in brief expectant breathless pause
Impending vernal change of season nigh
Awaits fulfill of pre-condition clause
Yet bracken lace and grass a tawny match
Though warmer tint from sun that elevates
A song bird now essaying dulcet snatch
Of symphony that she anticipates
Jade canopy of chiffon will inhale
The blessed Vapour that sustains all life *
Which soon will burst in wild expansive gale
Of growth and affluence of verdure rife
Now Nature’s resurrection time is right
Her signal shall go forth: ‘Let there be light!’
* CO2
27 February 2019
In the corner panel,
there is wisdom’s stoic face
she glimpses two leitmotifs
anticipates in the lover's embrace
her Egyptian demiurge beliefs
draped in internal paralysis
prepped in anxiety of inner toils
of verminous void, an empty analysis
Seeded branches of goldleaf coils
they reach for the distant stars,
certain the sky was made to be entered
uncertain what the dynamic interplay draws
between abandonment and chaos centered
over a noxious malignant blue moon's gnaw
atop the tricked out terrace in Vienna
outside the castle's canopied balconies,
painted moods leap colors that swoon sienna
jilter’s jitters capricious can’t ease
Flora sweeps over the underneath, not even
Mati’s aegean’s blue and aesthetic white
concentric circle or any charms zinced of Zen
can ward off downcast eye scans left and right
the black bird spiraling arabesque
a memento mori of mortality perched
Its red eye, a pin of hidden fire blottesque
Its cows are shadow whispers besmirched
From the borderlands of my breaking mind
From the edges of my reckless whimper
From my storm-torn splitting, undefined
begets perpetual yearning, as simpler
Eye-like rosettes evoke cycles of life tiers
In this, my blue period, I paint everything gold
An untarnished brilliance mirrors
the unchanging of God’s radiant nature told
Its divine purity keeps me from insanity
from the unsettling, unforeseeable bends,
an existential uncertaninty
This tree bares the fruit of life that blends
never knowing where it will take me,
Heaven, Earth, Underworld’s conscience
and a future inherently unpredictable
Indeed, there’s opportunity
salient for growth and resilience
Frozen Blossom
Cold lips, sun-kissed.
Rose-crimson comes to life,
unfolding bliss,
opening aperture -
hear the rapture.
The tint of snow, bright-red.
Frozen sunset
in ev-e-ry petal.
She shivers, with delight,
anticipates
animated brushstrokes
fondling velvet.
Revival, early Spring -
sings angel wings,
tinged with silver detox.
As she breathes out,
she warms inner stamen,
awakening
potent place in Eden.
Frozen blossom,
fragile in dormant state -
latent shatter,
but she is beautiful,
and capable
of weathering the snow.
A blushing bride
with wedding veil, of white,
in April’s hold.
Espoused daren’t let her
out of his sight.
Back in time beneath gas light glow,
I watch where waltz music flows;
will you notice me all alone
too shy to make my presence known?
Awestruck by the sweeping beauty,
ceiling scenes painted heavenly
as though angels are peering through;
are they watching with me for you?
Pretty ladies in dresses fair
with feathered fans and coiffured hair;
color abounds in satin and lace,
echoed on each expressive face.
Handsome men bowing gallantly,
requesting hands respectfully;
enthralled am I seeing this world,
a gray oyster in shell of pearl.
Suddenly, you are in this room!
I shrink - fading wallflower bloom;
I doubt that you even know who
I am. How could I have dreamed you
would fall in love with one like me;
I turn to go, quietly flee.
Your hand touches my trembling arm,
your gentle smile dissipates alarm;
the room, quiet at your voice,
anticipates your happy choice.
Pumpkin coach, fairy godmother?
No glass slippers made to cover
my dancing feet; no prince charming
just you and a love, disarming.
Copyright, November 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
The silence of the night that is impeccable to the mind of a child spheres a
premonition ineffability, which anticipates cognizance.
Overt is this world revealed even when she is only three.
Through the eyes of a child, verve the spiritual realm.
Vivacities each seem to be with recourse.
I remember questioning them about who they were.
The house on Briesch was a family home.
It was built on the corner.
The cross-street only went one way.
Chirpiness was seen as the children played.
There at night, once she was put to bed, was images that came to dwell.
They would come to the child who was not asleep to be among an existence via a child’s mental faculties.
Through her eyes, they desired imagery.
The house on Briesch was a family home cultivated long-ago.
Veiled to the spiritual realm, through a child’s eyes, they were seen.
Overt is this world revealed.
At eleven, she vexed to disclose.
She was told that she had wisdom of long-ago.
In the wall or on the wall may be better said, they exhibited flexibility.
Predominance predetermines everything.
All that exist to this veracity was the little girl and a sibling of that physicality at the expense of the mental, spiritual, and social acumen.
The house on Briesch Street is a child’s first home.
The chimes are still on the front porch.
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Written August 31, 2015!
Cracker-Barrel Oracle
by Odin Roark
The whittler
Atop the rickety steps,
Shavings piled at ancient feet,
Eyes the blade
Needing attention soon.
The canine,
Head lifted from paws,
Yawns,
Eyes open
Watching chips fall…
Wondering.
Dust swirls gritty remembrance,
Tumbleweeds careen,
History’s weathered saloon sign dangles,
Jailhouse door swings aimlessly,
Both hinged with rust of reborn pasts.
Wind stops.
Gritty remembrances pause.
Silence merges
With airborne carvings
Amidst ghost-like sighs.
Eroded stick now but a sliver
Awaits to discover its purpose
As whetstone awaits the blade.
A foreshadowing gust turns time’s page,
Beckoning next chapter’s revealing.
Prophetic air anxiously anticipates,
As carver laments
Yesterday’s memory
Today’s forever cycle.
A mutt’s whine suggests acceptance.
Few hear the silence or the quiet whimper.
beef stew bubbles right
my stomach anticipates
the great warm goodness
Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning
re-extending sacred ecological merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all integrity's polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.
What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great and small transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?
What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming polyculturally re-ligioning memories
of this 1(0)-EgoMind/EcoBody we are collectively becoming,
back in this Trans-ReLigioning EarthNetwork Era
On back through 1/(0)
co-arising win/win Ego/EcoCenter
of BiLateral SpaceHere/NowTime,
co-gravitating EarthTribal enlightenment,
1(0) 1Convex-Linear polarity/BlackConcave Hole
Not-Not TransParent BiNomial WinWin
dipolar apposition
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting
ReLigioning
Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic enlightened Day
and co-empowering Night,
and CoRevolving Fractal Year
of EarthDay octaved co-passionate
positive
and not so much negative
gratitude attitude.
Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through true blue dusk
wealthy moonlit Earth Nights
ruled by Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors.
To love each day
as if 1(0)-eternal co-binary
anticipates this Self/Other perpetuating
EarthDay/Night co-emerging planet,
consulting and consorting
with one's most delighted
non-zero healthy
cooperatively overflowing Ego
as self-other co-relational
wealth of identity.
Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
mind-neglect and/or body-abuse
than refined by love
as healthy desire
for EarthTribe re-ligioning peace
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what EarthDay integrally means
by resolving win/win love
your win/lose enemies
To know and respect Ego's contentious boundaries,
pretentious boulders
along Earth's Tao River
of Yang/Yin co-gravitating
DayLight Space and NightPower Time.
Story of Afghanistan
The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.
Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.
The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.
The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!